Page 129 of The Secrets We Keep

She let out a loud moan as our bodies became one.

“Say it again,” I demanded, knowing she understood.

“I love you.”

I’d never get tired of hearing that.

My hands settled around her waist as her head fell back. Her arms splayed out over the counter.

That was a sight to behold.

I pulled out and slammed back into her. She let out a loud gasp as her ass moved back and forth over the cold granite.

“Yes. Oh God, yes,” she cried out.

Music to my fucking ears. I let go, plunging into that wet heat over and over, as her cries of passion filled the room.

Shelovedme.

She lovedme.

I kept saying the words over and over in my head as I claimed her body and soul.

“Let go,” I said.

I could feel her growing more frantic as her breathing picked up pace. My hand tightened on her back, jerking her upward and deepening the angle.

Her hands slipped as her orgasm swept through her, those tight walls clamping down around me.

“Fuck,” I groaned as I came with her.

I heard a loud crash.

Both of us, winded and slick with sweat, turned and found the wood floor littered with glass and water. There were roses everywhere.

“Oops.” Marin laughed, her eyes filled with amusement.

I’d forgotten about that damn thing, and from the look on her face, so had she.

But a broken vase was a broken vase.

“Well, I guess that’s one fantasy we can say came true.” She laughed.

No, not just one.

All of them.

All of my fantasies had come true.

Because of her.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

“Okay, hold on,” I said, taking my phone and placing it on the dresser. I angled it just so and then took a step back. “I just need to get the zipper up.”

I heard a gasp and froze.

“What? Is it bad? I feel kind of naked.”

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